The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1887-11-02
THE CONDEMNED REDS.
A Glance at the Seven Men Awaiting
Execution in the Chicago
Jail.
Parsons Is Jaunty, Spies Sneering,
Fielden Quiet, and Lingg
Defiant.
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Sheriff Matson has as yet made no prep
arations that he is willing to give for pub
LEGATION. The circumstances attending the
case make such a course on his part wise.
AS far as the actual work of setting up the
machinery Of execution is concerned, it
can be done In a very few
hours, and other necessary details can
be arranged at very short notice. There
Is feeling in some quarters that the Gov
ernor may grant short respite upon
proper application in order to give the con-
demned time TO prepare their souls for
eternity. The Sheriff dislikes his Job ex-
tremely, and feels that in view of the un-
certainties in the matter any parade of
arrangements sooner than ID necessary is
IN poor taste.
THE time is drawing near" remarked
Jailer FolZ, as his eyes rested on the pale
faces OF the doomed men.
DO they say anything about it?" he was
asked.
"Not word. They amt bit changed"
was the reply.
At that moment Fielden, with his long,
thick hair and beard bushy and defiant,
Was leaning indolently against the iron
railing just in front of his cell, in an atti-
tude OF seeming indifference. Parsons
had his soft black hat jauntily cooked on
one side Of his head, and seemed keenly to
enjoy the prospect of his sixty minutes
freedom without the narrow boundaries of
his prison home. His hair was neatly
combed, his clothing was brushed clean,
and while chatting with three women who
called to SEQ him, he toyed with q cigar
which he pulled from time to time. Lingg
In appearance grows more like a wild ami
NAL every day. He has broadened out
"a rim ont
in Jail, and appears TO be strong as giant.
His face and head are covered with mass
of intractable hair, and his voice is q
hoarse. thick cultural.
Lingg is the only one of the anarchists
whose demeanor hasn't been changed by
Jail life. He is still defiant. He walks up
right like soldier and with heavy step,
as if he wanted to crush something every
time he put down his foot. A young
woman with an ample figure and healthy,
red face is his sweetheart, and calls to see
him almost every day. She visited him
this morning just a moment or two after
Nina Van Zandt dropped in. Nina was
burdened with sundry baskets and parcels
for Spies, who took them with an inclusive
composure, just as man reaches out for
some money that has long been due him.
The ex-editor of the Arbeiter Zeitung is a
cold blooded gentleman. His usual ex-
preston of emotion is crafty smile, q
parting of the lips in q grin full of guile
that exposes his teeth, which, by the way,
he brushes carefully every morning.
On his countenance of late there has grown
q frown. In the parlance of the street, he
has the face of "kicker." He is no worse
off than Parsons; but Parsons has always a
pleasant word. and he is really bearing up
with q nerve that is the admiration of tue
jail officials.
There is not much change to be noted in
the others. Schwab is as apathetic as ever.
His wife, despite her pathetic appeal, will
not be allowed to embrace him before he
dies-so Jailer Folz said this morning.
Engel looked like man who had aban-
doned hope; but Fisher was laxative and
sociable. None of the doomed men like
the presence of merely curious people. and
this morning none but friends called on
them.